Placement and photolisting news.

Good news, everybody. I recieved a call today about another placement. I’m still on the fence about it and I’ve got to talk to Husband about it. She’s a short term placement, 2 months or so until she’s 18. We will see.

I also recieved a call about our photolisting inquiry, Red. She will think over some things and our agency will contact us about her final decision in a week or so. It’s got to be terribly hard to leave your home state and move into an adoptive home thousands of miles away. In addition; think about moving into a home full of strangers and a group of teenage girls. It’s crazy. I’m going to leave this to God, he’s got my back. God knows what and who should be in our home. Deep down I hope she’s my daughter, but I understand how these things work. I’m not going to go weird again, totally promise. <—— I realize that already sounds weird. 😂

I also inquired about another young girl, several weeks ago but I’ve yet to hear anything regarding her. There were only a few girls out of the 80 that would be a good match.

Open House

I’m going to host a casual Q& A at my home for people who are either nosey or want some information on becoming a foster parent. I have the details, people. The real deal, no BS, honest look at foster care and adoption. I am candid, fun, and I’m not going to guilt anyone into becoming a foster parent or adopting a child.

I want to teach people that it’s not as bad as everyone thinks. Trust me, I’ve been in some crappy situations but I’ve learned a lot. Please, let me give you the ins and outs of for real foster care. If anything there’s food, laughs, and cocktails. What have you got to loose?!

Contact me asap, I’m pushing for next Friday. I know you all want the nitty gritty on my family so why don’t you show up?! I’ll be dishing our real stories, experiences, and lessons I’ve learned.

Orlando and Laguna Beach

Orlando was great! Biscuit, Bunny, and I spent time together at Disney World, ESPN, and enjoyed the trip. Husband, Blue, and Lemon enjoyed Disneyland and Laguna Beach.

Both of Biscuits teams advanced to day two of the finals. Bunny’s team didn’t so she had time to spend with bio dad.

It was a good trip, I was exhausted by the time we arrived home.


Photolisting: we’ve made contact with the case worker, well not US…my licensing agent. Apparently it went well! Next week sometime the case worker will talk with Red (I’m calling the photolisting girl Red) and see how she feels about our family. It’s weird, I feel vulnerable but excited. It’s a new process, I don’t know how it works in its entirety. I know that it will be an ICPC if things are a go. That sums up my knowledge.

Blue, Biscuit, Boychild, Bunny, and Lemon are happy to add to our family. Flower is being a brat about it, she is upset because she won’t know her siblings if we adopt more children. I don’t have the heart to tell her that she may not get to know Bunny, Boychild, or Lemon either. Adulting is hard; going away to college doesn’t mean that home life stands still. The kids will grow, they’ll move forward just as she does. In all reality she will end up being caught up in college life and she will put us on the backburner, as she should, and things will mellow out. Only then will she realize that we don’t revolve around her and see that she is creating a life that will. She’s a great girl, I have faith in her, I know she will do great things.

School: Flower is graduating this month! Boychild, Bunny, and Lemon are all attending private school this fall. Blue is attending summer school to get ahead in high school, Biscuit was going to but she suddenly changed her mind. I’m guessing it’s because between AP classes, cheer, fundraising, work… she is tired. Hair is doing her thing in her AP classes and will start dual enrollment classes soon. Pretty took a break from school this semester.

Travel: The Summit is this weekend, yay! Husband is taking Blue and Lemon to Disneyland this weekend too. Boychild wants to go on a solo trip with me when I’m back from Orlando, I’m cool with that! He wanted to go to the Monster Cup but that’s this weekend and both Husband and I are tied up. He is currently looking into concerts and places to travel. In 30 days we will be off to Thailand for 2 weeks. Then Colorado. Then Mexico.

I have strep throat. Yay me.

Guys, look at my beautiful family. Aaaah!!

Want to see my perfect babies?!

That is the spot for our next family member…maybe? Who knows what will come.

What I do know is that I love my babies more than anything in this world. I love my husband more than anyone can imagine as he supports my every endeavor, he is loving, and just wonderful all around.

I’m sad

I’m sad because there are many children and teens in foster care.

I’m sad that sometimes their parents cannot overcome the obstacles to regain custody of their children.

I’m sad that there are many children looking for their permanent homes and families.

I’m sad because I cannot begin to imagine how that feels, it’s impossible for me.

I want every child to have a safe home to live in, safe doesn’t mean the cleanest or fanciest it means just that…safe. My parents didn’t have a fancy house, they didn’t have a lot of money, in fact I believe that my family is profoundly (and irreversibly) screwed up. But we cared for one another, we never went hungry, and we always had some sort of home.

I heard about people being investigated by the Department of Child Safety unjustly all the time, how stressful and debilitating it can be, and how violated people feel. I’ve heard cases of children being removed from their homes for asinine things such as: dirty shirts worn to school, torn shoes, and a rogue bruise. That could easily happen to you or me, we could be investigated at anytime. I’m so torn; how can I support something so fiercely but be on the fence about it too? There are children being removed for things that simply don’t make sense. There are children being removed for all the right reasons too.

I’m mostly sad because I, personally, cannot help every child who needs help. Who needs a family. Who needs to feel loved. Why can’t I be the Old Lady Who Lived in a Shoe? I’ll tell you why; I can’t help my kids at home feel loved, valued, cared for if I’m hung up on helping everyone else. I need to do better in my family, I need to make sure my kids know they are loved (and by who) instead of being selfish. I can do better. I will do better.

In the meantime please consider adoption via foster care or even foster care in general. It opens your eyes, your heart, and your mind. At the very least you can become licensed and foster family members or close friends children in the event it arises. Be prepared because we simply cannot predict the future.

Hug your kids, your spouse, your family, your best friend, your pet…love someone or something. Most of you reading this probably understand what love and being loved feels like. Don’t take that for granted.


Our goal was to have 7 children, that was our magic number. Seven. Why? I don’t know, I just imagined that to be the large family and golden number. Well, we have met the goal. Pretty, Flower, Biscuit, Blue, Boychild, Bunny, Lemon. Bam! Done and done.

Wait. No.

We have rethought the ‘ideal’ number for our family and we changed the number. Now, hear me out before you shake your head in disbelief. Pretty moved out and Flower will be gone at the end of the summer attending U of A. They’re both our daughters forever and will undoubtedly come home for the holidays, need help financially while in adulthood limbo, and get annoying calls/texts all the damn time. We’ve decided that 9 is our final number. BUT we have a set age group we’d like to stick with, 13-16. That’s a small window. It gets smaller…no emotional, physical, medical, or emotional issues. Now our window is itty bitty. Almost impossible to fit any teenaged girl into, ha!

My badass licensing worker sent me a referral for a child seeking an adoptive home (several weeks ago) and I was excited! The family talked it over and we thought we’d give it a go. However, a few days had passed and the child’s team rejected us. It stung. I understood that the team knows what’s best for their kids and I did my best to move forward. Days and days had gone by, I kept thinking to myself ‘Why weren’t we good enough?’ And other crappy thoughts. Then I did what any other person on the planet would do…I Googled and Googled abd Googled some more. I had read horror stories about poor matches via case worker referrals, failed photolisting adoptions, etc. I. Was. Scared. I felt like I had dodged a bullet. During my search, trying to make myself feel better, I stumbled onto several photolisting websites. I searched days and days reading profiles and looking at adorable faces. In my mind I would imagine how these faces would fit into my family, making up their personalities as best as I could. Dude. I know, it was getting weird. I realized the rejection still hurt and I was living in a fantasy world to somehow put a bandaid on my hurt feelings, we were rejected. I was struggling.

It was abrupt, I stopped looking. My mental health was really wonky; ‘Let it go and move on,’ I repeatedly told myself. I did. I buried my feelings and pushed forward, yeah yeah I know that’s not what anyone should do. I did it anyway to hush the murmurs of rejection in my mind. After a few weeks I had completely moved passed the crappy feelings, I was me again and the rejection was a thing of the past. Hallelujah! Then I received an email from Adopt US Kids, a huge network of children seeking adoptive homes from all over the United States. I left the email in my inbox for 2 weeks before I actually clicked the link. I was afraid of rejection and I wasn’t ready to look into adopting anyone ESPECIALLY from a photolisting, I read those horror stories a few weeks back.

Well, I clicked the link. I submitted our homestudy. Holy moly, you get WAY more info when you’re a registered user. This time I was Googling differently; the internet has a wealth of knowledge on/about everyone. It’s pretty awesome. We had over 80 matches. Yes, 80. I visited every one of those potential matches. Out of the 80 matches I narrowed it down to 4. I was objective; I didn’t allow my past experience to dictate my feelings. I inquired about those 4 and the next day I recieved rejection notice, it simply stated ‘Your family was not selected for this child.’ That’s it. Luckily, I didn’t feel defeated or emotionally wonky. Oddly enough, I felt relieved. Somewhere deep inside of me I was afraid that all 4 inquiries would come in positively and I’d be forced to choose which human was better or more worthy or the best fit. Aaagh, that would be terrible.

Photolistings have a bad reputation, not just for the failed adoptions but for the emotional rollercoaster it provides. I’m hanging on and riding it out to see what happens, I can’t give up. There are too many kids without families, too many kids who have to go to bed at night not knowing if they’re loved, too many kids not knowing what family truly means. I’ve got one person communicating with me about a prospective kid right now. Is she part of my family? Stay tuned.

Why hello!

We did the thing, we adopted our kid! Meet Blue!

In case you couldn’t tell…her and Biscuit are pretty close. In addition; Blue is the blonde and Biscuit is the brunette.

She’s been in the family for a long time but now we won’t need to get court orders to travel or anyone’s permission to cut her hair. Yay hooray hotdog!

Living that concert life.

A couple of weeks ago Biscuit and I went to Stone Temple Pilots concert in Phoenix, it was cool because it was just us. It was in a small venue and it was packed!

On Friday I let my 3 older girls go to a festival in Phoenix…solo. Flower, Biscuit, and Blue went to the Pot of Gold Festival in Chandler to see Russ and a series of other artists. Flower drove, Blue was given the task of sending me a play by play of texts during the trip, and Biscuit did whatever. The girls stayed with my cousin and drove back the next morning. I’ll tell you it was scariest, longest, overnight trip EVER. Well, for me. The girls had a wonderful time!